Date: Mon, 03 Aug 2020 21:05:15 +0000
From: Jack Nifty <jacknifty@protonmail.com>
Subject: My Friends' Feet - Chapter Two

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Disclaimer: Whilst this first chapter doesn't have any, this story will
contain sexual acts undertaken by teenagers who are all over the age of
consent in the UK, where they live. Any actors playing the roles of these
fictional characters in your mind are over the age of 18 and fully
consenting. There will be fetishes depicted, namely footplay, socks and
trainers. If any of this offends you, or if you are not legally allowed to
read this, you should stop now. If you continue then any consequences are
your own fault. This is fictional, although aspects may be informed by the
real-life experiences of the author. Any similarities or resemblances are
purely coincidental.

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Then:

In the first chapter, we met Cole, a sixteen-year old secondary school
student who was secretly gay. We also learnt about five of his friends, all
of whom he'd loved and desired at various points over the last five
years. Given what was coming in his future, he also told us about the
decision that he'd made to pursue each of them sexually. He desperately
wanted them and suggested to us that he was interested in one particular
bit of their bodies above the rest: their teen feet.


Now:
My Friends' Feet - Chapter Two

So, given that you know about my decision and the fact that I'm recording
this story for Nifty, you'd be forgiven for assuming that I found myself
immediately in a passionate six-some with all of my friends at once: my
dick inside one of them, my arse and mouth full and the others just waiting
to take their place as soon as someone finished. But, of course, that isn't
what happened because we live in the real world and not inside the
fantasies in my mind. Although that would be fun, don't you think? Back in
reality, I made that decision and then proceeded to wank myself stupid over
the following hour, looking at pictures of each of the boys and imagining
what I wanted to do with each of them. Then, nothing happened. Absolutely
nothing at all occurred: not a hint, suggestion, opportunity,
idea... nothing. My life, and the lives on my friends, carried on as
normal. I can't even say that the number of times that I wanked myself into
a cum-soaked stupor over them had increased because I spent practically all
of my time doing that before anyway. No, everything was as it always had
been, until it wasn't.

A little over a week after my birthday, on a Tuesday afternoon (2:05pm to
be precise), Fletcher, Caleb and myself were standing in a line waiting for
the P.E. teacher to come and open up the changing rooms for our final
lesson of the day.

"I hope it's Brown," Fletcher said, that damned Irish accent of his making
even the plainest sentence sound sexy.

"Why?" I asked.

"Footie, mate," Fletcher replied, raising his voice, "With Brown, it's
always footie and I'm feeling on fine form today."

All I could think in my head was: don't say it... don't say
it... Thankfully, after five years, I've become quite good at stopping the
more... flirty and sexual thoughts from coming out of my mouth... most of
the time.

"It won't be. Ms Woods has got something new she's bringing into the
curriculum - wants to try it with all of the Year 11s," Caleb spoke, his
voice both lower and softer than Fletcher's.

One of the other lads waiting in the line piped up: "Oh no way: you're not
on about that yoga shit. Only girls and fairies wanna do that."

Homophobic slurs were, unfortunately, not uncommon in our school. The staff
did what they could but nothing was really documented down so, as far as
anyone was concerned, the school didn't have an issue with bullying. I
could literally feel myself going red even though it wasn't directed at me:
I'm not out in school and have no intention to be given the type of
environment it is.

"Hey!" Fletcher jumped straight on it, "Watch your fucking mouth,
lad. Don't gimme that shit here, right?"

"Besides," Caleb joined him, "most professional sportsmen do something like
yoga or dance to keep themselves flexible. I've been doing it for the last
two years."

I could never have confronted someone like that, just didn't have the juice
in the school's social hierarchy. The year's two top sportsmen, however,
could definitely do that without fear of any repercussions. But even with
those two jumping in, the lad still muttered "Fags," under his breath as he
turned away. The others didn't hear, but I did and, I'm not going to lie,
it stung. When the teacher finally arrived, it turned out to be Ms Woods
and I did have a quiet chuckle to myself when I noticed the look on the
homophobic lad's face.

Now, it's important that those of you who aren't from the UK understand
something here: P.E. lessons in England are not normally as homoerotic as
they could be in, say, the States. It's very rare that schools make you
shower at the end of the lesson, for example, but that doesn't mean that
I'm not able to sneak in a few glances here and there in the changing
rooms. And, yes, I'm aware of how bad that makes me sound but as an
attention-starved, closeted gay boy, I have to do something. I got changed
next to my friends, on the far side of the room. For the most part,
everyone tends to just focus on themselves. At least, that's how it had
become after Chris Taylor had been punched for, apparently, 'perving' on
one of the boys from the bully group. However, given my particular
interests, that actually worked for me. Both Fletcher and Caleb quite
quickly slipped off their trainers, revealing their socked feet to
me. Fletcher was wearing a pair of black no-shows on his slightly larger
feet and Caleb, whose feet looked to be around my size, had on white sports
socks with grey toes and heels. With absolutely no control whatsoever, I
could already feel a tingling in my body and I had to pull my eyes away to
stop myself from chubbing up: I definitely needed that not to happen
here. Then, just to test me further, both of the boys slipped their socks
off and piled them with the rest of their clothes. We didn't actually use
lockers; everyone just left their stuff where they'd got changed. But now,
I had two beautiful barefoot boys standing right next to me... fucking
hell.

Fortunately, I managed to finish changing and get out of the room without
the worst happening. When we got into the sports hall, there were already
mats laid out so we just picked one and Ms Woods started going through the
yoga routine with us. I was particularly happy when she told us to close
our eyes right at the beginning because, there was no way I was going to
cope watching everyone do these poses. It began with individual work but,
part way through, she switched it up on us and told us to find a
partner. Immediately, I got a bit of a knot in my stomach because Fletcher
and Caleb were bound to go together and leave me having to match up with
whoever was left at the end but that's not what happened. As I looked
around the room to see who wasn't being picked, I felt Caleb's hand on my
shoulder: "Want to go with me?"

"Definitely," I replied, a little too eagerly. It made sense this way
though: Fletcher would have no trouble finding another partner to work with
- the boy is one of the most popular people in our school. We push our mats
together and got ready for the first instruction.

The initial tasks were simple enough: "Sit back-to-back with crossed legs
and focus on breathing. Try to match pace with your partner so that you are
breathing at the same time." Ms Woods was deliberately putting on a softer,
quieter voice which, in all honesty, did made me want to laugh a
little. Caleb dealt with this for us and matched his breathing to mine
pretty much straight away.

"We're going to do a partner twist. Push against your partner's back and
then twist your body to the right." I think the idea was for us to both
turn the same amount but Caleb twisted much further than I'd anticipated
and I ended up falling backwards, my face landing dangerously close to the
sole of his foot. It was only a moment, but for that brief second, it
filled my entire vision. I will my brain to take a mental snapshot so that
I could recall the shape of his foot, the colours on his skin,
everything...

"I'm sorry, Cole," he said, standing up in order to help me back up, "My
bad - completely."

We got back into position and continued with all the steps that Ms Wood
gave us but I could tell that the little cutie was holding back - he was
clearly far more flexible than me.

"Now, face each other and put your legs out in front of you. Match your
feet up with your partner's and press against them."

Wait... what?!

My heart was pounded as I felt Caleb press his soles against mine. The
warmth of his body radiated out through them and into mine. We were exactly
the same size so he must be an eight too (that's UK size so a nine in US
sizes). They were... soft... I think... I've never had to use the nerve
endings in my feet to try and gather information about something before so
I couldn't exactly be sure. Overwhelmed, I didn't even realise that there
had been another instruction until my partner was reaching out towards me
and looking at me expectantly. "Cole... grabs my wrists..." he laughed as I
shifted to what I was supposed to be doing. We had to take hold of each
other's wrists and then shuffle ourselves forward whilst lifting up our
legs between us, keeping the soles of our feet pressed together.

"Ow!" it escaped from my mouth as I felt the muscles in my legs really
start to stretch, "ow, ow, ow!"

"Too far?" he asked me, a slight smile on his face.

I smiled back, though it may have been more of a grimace, "Definitely!
Wait... this isn't even a stretch for you, is it?"

Caleb laughed at me. "No," he shook his head.

"Not even a little?" He didn't respond but just shook his head further and
blushed slightly. "What would be?" I asked.

Letting go of my wrists, he allowed us both to fall back, our feet
separating. I looked over at him and he'd already taken the same position
by himself but, this time, he had wrapped his arms around the back of his
legs. They were already higher and at more of a severe angle from his body
than they had been when doing the partner pose but he wasn't done. "Take
hold of my ankles," he said, some strain showing now, " and give me a
little more of a push."

My heart was in my mouth as I did as he asked. I could feel the thin blond
hair on his legs beneath my palms and both of his bare soles were being
offered up to me. Fuck... I was tempted - I really was - but, of course, I
resisted. We were in the middle of a P.E. class after all. However, my cock
and my brain were not on the same page and I was definitely starting to
harden. There wasn't going to be any stopping it either, not with these two
beautiful things right there in front of me. I needed to get out of there,
as quickly as I could.

"Miss... miss?" I called out, interrupting her instruction, "Can I go to
the loo?"

A giggle rippled out from some of the boys. Even at sixteen, some of them
still have a very childish sense of humour.

The teacher broke back into her normal voice, leaving behind the soft and
delicate yoga tones: "For goodness sake, Cole... be quick about it! We've
only got five minutes left."

I ran. I'm not even joking. I dropped his ankles, turned and ran out of the
hall and back into the changing rooms. And then I did something really
stupid.

You see, the point of me leaving Caleb partner-less was to deal with the
fact that I was getting hard and to go back once I'd managed to get control
of myself again. So, you'd assume that I would have done things to help
that along: think about things that turned me off or try to stop my heart
beating at a million miles an hour, something like that. Nope. After
getting to my spot in the changing room and being very freaked out for the
first ten seconds or so, I realised that I was completely alone.

I was the only one there...

with all these piles of clothes...

including the two for my friends...

which just happened to contain the socks that they'd been wearing all
day...

There you go: you've got where my train of thought was heading.

Yes, don't get all judgemental but that's exactly what I did. I'd not had
this opportunity before and I didn't know whether I would again so I went
full-scale carpe dium and immediately pulled Fletcher's black no-shows from
amongst his clothes. They felt damp in my hand - he'd been sweating lots
today, probably that footie match he'd played at lunch. If you asked me
now, I'd tell you that, one-hundred percent, time slowed down as I brought
the pair up to my face. Before they even reached me, I could smell them
but, when they finally reached my nostrils, I breathed in the most heavenly
of scents. It was almost... salty... definitely a sweaty smell. In fact,
I'd be surprised if all of that had come from just today: he might have
been wearing them for a couple of days. Eyeing his school shoes, I took a
quick look: size 10 so I was right when I said he was bigger than me and
Caleb. Shit... Caleb... I let my right-hand fall and used my left to locate
the blond teen's socks. I could only find one but, as I pressed the grey
toes up against my nose, it didn't matter: Caleb's scent was all over
these. Whereas Fletcher's had been what I'd expected - teenage sweaty boy -
Caleb's white and grey sock wasn't at all. In fact, it wasn't salty in the
slightest: it was almost... sweet... and a stark contrast to the black
trainer socks belonging to the ginger boy.

I stood there, alternating which hand was pressed up against my nose, and
just breathed in the scent of my two very sexy friends. My cock was raging
in my P.E shorts but I didn't even notice. Everything that I had was
consumed by these socks. I never wanted to let them go and, to be entirely
truthful with you, I'm not sure that I ever would have if not for the sound
of approaching boys snapping me out of my dream-like state. My brain sped
forward at the speed of light:

Fuck... I didn't want this to end... what could I do?

Take the socks? No! Two missing pairs would look suspicious.

Just one? Yeah... maybe... but which one?

Fletcher... no, Caleb... no, Fletcher... but Caleb...

I heard the sound of the door to the room being pushed open and just
stuffed one hand into my bag and drop what I was holding from the
other. Out was my only thought: escape, now. I didn't bother getting
dressed; it was the last lesson of the day so I could just go home in my
P.E. kit. However, I did throw on my blazer so that I had something to hide
the fact that I was as hard as rock. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder,
I sped out of the room before either Fletcher or Caleb could even get
in. Home - that was the only thing that mattered now. It played through in
my head like a song on repeat: get home before someone finds out.

I was in my bedroom and crashing onto my bed in record time: one hand
searching for my prize in my bag and the other freeing my still-hard cock
from its confines. "Oh fuck," I moaned out as I felt my hand take hold of
my six-inch, uncut cock which was already had precum leaking out of the
tip. As I slid the foreskin back, exposing the head of my cock to the air,
my left hand closed around the wonderful treasure that I'd managed to
steal. Within seconds, my hand was up against my nose and I was breathing
in deeply again. Fuck... that sexy, salty, sweaty scent of Fletcher. An
idea hit me like a bolt of lightning and I quickly separated the two socks,
keeping one in my left hand and pressed tightly against my nostrils and the
other moving into my right, where I opened it up and slid my teen cock
inside.

Despite my most recent erotic dreams being focused on the bare feet of my
friends, I'd never imagined that I would actually be in a position like
this one. There I was, laid back on my bed, with the black trainer socks of
one of my closest friends. The image of that sexy-as-fuck, ginger boy
dominated my mind as I took hold of the outside of his sock and used it to
wank my uncut knob. Honestly, I can't describe to you how amazing it felt
to finally have a fantasy come to life and be fulfilled in this way. All of
my thoughts were of him: his cute face, sexy smile and beautiful eyes, his
slender, toned body and, of course, his wonderful size 10s. I cursed myself
for not paying more attention when I had the chance to see his feet as I
couldn't quite bring them to mind in the same way I would have been able to
do with Caleb's. But, in truth, it didn't matter: the scent of this fucking
stud made up for it. It was musky - a real man's smell - and just knowing
that his toes had been there only an hour earlier made my cock throb like
never before. Oh fuck... my cock... my cock was there where his toes had
been. It's like... like... his toes are on... on my cock!

That thought was all it took. With a huge groan out, I shot my load right
into his black socks, the white spunk pushing its way through the thin
material. Shit... I was soaking it with my load as blast after blast left
me. It was more than I'd ever cum in my life and every single bit of it
pumped into the sock of one of my best friends.

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